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A Bitchin' Night 2

For Limemas

By Draconicon

The night of 'bitch-gasms,' as the wolf had taken to thinking of them, was as wracking and wrecking as one could imagine. He could hardly breathe by the time that they were done, when the spasms in his ass and against his prostate subsided, when his cock stopped spitting pre-cum and slime all over the place. No cum, either. Just slime. Just...endless amounts of sexual slime.

Robbie shivered as he rolled onto his side, petrified that the pleasure was going to start up again, but it didn't. Thank god. He rolled onto his feet, feeling his tail curling between his legs like some whipped dog might have done, and his ears were all but folded down to the top of his head. It was not comfortable, but it was how he felt. Just...wretched.

Stumbling to the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like someone that had been up all night, which he had been. He had bags under his eyes, his muzzle felt like it was drooping down to his chest - not that it was, but it felt like that - and he honestly thought that he could collapse into bed again right that moment. Hell, he had to curl his claws into the counter to keep from falling over right then and there.

Work, he thought, and cursed the part of his brain that remembered. Need money. Need job.

That was more lack of sleep than anything else that made him think that way, but it was right. He needed the job, and he needed to get to work before they started thinking of firing him. It had taken him forever to get a decent job, one that let him work in an office rather than at the food service place that he'd left last time, and he didn't want to lose it.

Work, then doctor.

Good plan. The wolf splashed his face with some cold water, then stepped under the faucet. He needed to clean up before he completely stank up the room. He was pretty sure that nobody else knew what kind of pervert he was, but they didn't need any help finding out. At least, for now, the bitch-gasms had stopped. He could make the day work as long as they didn't start again.

At lunch time, they started again.

He was just sitting down with a sandwich that he'd gotten delivered from the local deli when the first little stirring of pleasure hit him. The wolf's eyes went wide and he slumped down in his chair, hiding a whimper in the bread of the sandwich. It was less of a vibration this time, more of a stirring, a rising and falling feeling that came like something...something grinding, rubbing, squeezing around his prostate. His cock swelled for a moment, then fell again, going back down.

The slight relief that he had as his cock went soft didn't last, particularly as he felt the pleasure in his ass getting stronger. Robbie gritted his teeth, biting down hard through the sandwich, and some of the mustard between the bread landed on his shirt.

"Shit..."

He reached for a napkin to wipe it up, but no sooner had he moved than -

"Mmmph..."

He buried his lips against the sandwich again, stifling the moans that were trying to get free. The little cubicle would do nothing to stop it if he started moaning too much, and he didn't want his coworkers to think that he was even more pathetic than he was. Pre-cum was already dripping through his pants, and - fuck, fuck, fuck, he could feel it starting to run down his balls and towards his taint. They were going to smell that if he didn't do something.

Desperately, he grabbed for all the napkins that had come with the sandwich and stuffed them down the front of his pants. Nobody saw that, right? He leaned back in his chair, didn't see anyone staring at him, and assumed that he was doing alright.

Well, alright as he could be with that throbbing going on in his pants. That was getting more and more difficult to deal with, and he whimpered as he set the sandwich aside. If he had been back at home -

You're not at home, you're at work. Focus on work. Try, at least. Try not to get fired.

Even as he tried to go back to his computer, though, that feeling of a vibrating hug against his prostate only got stronger. Every time that it rose and fell, growing and subsiding, he swore that he oozed even more pre. The napkins against his cock and balls were getting drenched, making it harder and harder for him to focus as he felt them breaking down against him. He lowered his head, trying to breathe evenly, but the only thing that he could focus on was that rising pleasure.

Twinge. It spiked suddenly, and his fingers curled over the keyboard as he shook from head to toe. The sudden explosion of pleasure through his ass should have been as good as an orgasm, but it wasn't. It wasn't nearly enough.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Yet he shook as if he was cumming, and his tail went up against the back of his chair, and -

God, fuck, fuck, fuck. His ass felt empty, and yet that pressure against his prostate wouldn't let up. The tingling pleasure kept rippling through his body, making it all but impossible for him to focus on anything but that. Work might as well have been forgotten for all that he could think about the accounts in front of him.

He should have been hard as rock right then, but his cock was still soft, flaccid against his crotch. The dribbling continued, running down over his balls, but never quite going further than that, not anymore. The wetness was a reminder of just how much his cubicle was going to stink of sex later, though, and he made a mental note to try and get some air freshener in here before the janitors came around.

Fuck...fuck...

There was no way that he was eating his lunch now. He stared at the screen, trying to make the numbers make sense. They refused to resolve in front of him, and he knew that he was all but doomed to failure if he kept trying. He needed something else, something that would give him some sense of relief, something like -

"Mmmph!"

Robbie nearly hit his head on the desk as he felt the tingling vibration ramp up again, hitting his prostate harder than ever. His hips twitched in his chair from the sheer force of it, and he almost slid right off it. He stared at the ground, huffing and puffing, feeling his cock twitching but not rising, feeling his asshole clenching.

Something...something's in me...

That had to be the case. Someone had slipped something in him as a prank or something like that, because this was not normal. The wolf pushed himself back from his desk, started to get to his feet -

Then had to grab the edge of his cubicle as he was hit with another, quicker wave of that insane pleasure. His fingers curled, claws almost ripping through the thin cubicle wall as he stumbled out of his mini-office. He had to lean against the wall to catch his breath, but nobody looked at him. He hoped that they were just too busy with their own work, but he worried that it was because he was already that pathetic in their eyes.

Either way, he kept walking. He managed to get off the wall, managed to walk normally for a bit. He left the large cubicle room, entered the hallway -

And then had to lean against the wall again. His tail was as high as a bitch in heat might have been, and he whimpered in his throat as he realized just how bad this was making him want something up his ass right now. There was no way that he would ever let another guy do that, but -

"AH!"

He gasped, covering his muzzle as he slumped back a bit, feeling his cock twitching. He was oozing again, the napkins almost completely disintegrated by this point. It wasn't even cum, either, just this constant dribble of pleasure that came through his cock, starting in his ass, and just...completely controlling him.

"Robert?"

His eyes went wide, and he turned to his left. A supervisor, a Doberman. Mr. Charles Malwen, he remembered the name. He stood up straight, even though it took every ounce of his willpower to not crumple as the vibrations and pulses got worse again.

"Y-yes, sir?" he stammered, biting back the whimpers, feeling them clogging up his throat.

"I notice that you're not at your desk."

"Uh, no, sir."

"And why is that?"

Because I'm cumming my brains out and I don't know why, he thought.

"I just ne-eed to use the bathroom," he said, clenching his hole all the tighter, hoping against hope that it would help. It didn't. Instead, the thing pulsed right against his prostate, and his legs shook as he locked his knees in a desperate attempt to stand up.

"The bathroom? I see. Be quick about it, then."

"Y-yes, sir."

He turned and all but ran. He would fall over anyway if he walked, so he might as well chance it with a run. Rounding the corner and then darting down a narrower hallway, he found the bathrooms. He threw himself inside, and then into a stall, pulling his pants down. The napkins were completely gone, sticking to his balls at this point. He sat down, lifted his tail, slid a finger up his ass -

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

And howled as that one little touch to his asshole pushed him over the edge to a real orgasm. Or, well, as real as it could be with his cock still soft. He came hard, squirting something down into the toilet bowl, and he slumped against the wall. Everything spun around him, and that pulsing, that throbbing, didn't stop.

What...what's wrong...with me...

There was no clear answer. All he had was that constantly pulsing pleasure way down inside of him, and it was still getting stronger.

The End

Summary: The parasite deep down inside is still gnawing at Robbie, and it looks like he's going to be in some trouble for a while.

Tags: M/solo, fingering, anal, parasite, wolf, office, humiliation, embarrassment, pre-cum, orgasm, risky, cum,